[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

This is a group of rocks, large and small rocks are arranged in random order, the big ones are like peaks plunging into the sky, and the small ones are at least tens of feet. The black rocks are exposed, like some terrible monsters and dragons. Want to devour.

The sky was gloomy and falling, and the thunder flashed in the dark clouds. It seemed that this place was not only the end of the desert, but also the end of the world, and one step further, it would fall into the abyss.

Wuhua led Zhong Yanqiu off the boat, and there was a small road among the stone peaks. The small path twisted and twisted among the stone peaks. I saw black giant rocks and filled with yellow sand.

It's easy to get lost on the winding trails without someone to guide you.

Walking along the path and passing through Shifeng, you can see a large sea of ​​poppies. The big flowers exude an incomparably sweet fragrance, pulling people into the most wonderful dream of this life.

Of course, there are also those men who bow their heads and sweep the floor, they are also extremely handsome men, but each of them is like a doll who has lost his mind, silently lowering his head and sweeping the wind and sand that will never be swept away on the ground.

Passing through the sea of ​​poppies, and then bypassing a few houses, Wuhua brought Zhong Yanqiu to an elegant house. There was no fragrance of makeup, no dressing table, no embroidered quilt, but Zhong Yanqiu could be judged with just one look. Finding out that this is a woman's room, he can "smell" the kind of fragrance that only belongs to women, which is soft and lingering.

"Please wait a moment, sir." Wuhua said with a smile, found tea leaves and tea sets from the cabinet and made tea, and two girls brought refreshments. They all lowered their eyebrows, as if Wuhua and Zhong Yanqiu were nothing Flood beasts generally dare not look more.

After making tea, Wuhua took the two girls and left, leaving Zhong Yanqiu alone in this room. The room was extremely elegantly furnished, and every detail was just right and meticulous. Zhong Yanqiu sat in it and drank Tea, he is not in a hurry, and he has no curiosity about the owner of this room. He seems to be sitting in an ordinary tea house, drinking ordinary tea, and even feels quite bored .

After he finished his second cup of tea, a woman walked in slowly.

Outside the door, the sun was already setting, and the setting sun dyed the vast sky red, and even the desert reflected a bit of eye-catching crimson like fire.

"Please forgive me for troubling you to wait so long. It's really a concubine's disrespect." She bowed gracefully, her waist and limbs were as soft as wicker in spring.

She is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, the moment she raised her head, even the setting sun seemed to jump up suddenly, and a very bright glow shone between the sky and the earth.

"Stone Guanyin." Zhong Yanqiu called out the woman's name.

Is it a name? Probably not her real name, but it is indeed the name the woman recognizes.

His eyes were dizzy with bottomless black, and countless information was transmitted to his brain through his eyes, his ears, his nose, and every inch of his skin. The moment the "switch" was turned on, he The world in my eyes has changed.

The seemingly elegant room was filled with the almost suffocating smell of blood, and his ears were filled with screams and wailing. He also "saw" a ghost, with a blurred human figure sticking behind Shi Guanyin, and "his" figure was erratic. Indeterminate, the face seems to be the appearance of countless overlapping faces, the figure is tall and low, fat and thin, and howling like men and women can't tell the difference between gold and iron.

This room made Zhong Yanqiu feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had strayed into a mass grave, ghosts devoured all the breath of the living, maybe in one year, maybe in ten years, Shi Guanyin would weaken rapidly, regardless of medicine and stone, until finally dying.

Even her corpse will rot faster than ordinary people, leaving only dry bones.

"It is really a ruthless invitation to invite sir here." Shi Guanyin looked at Zhong Yanqiu softly, the look in his eyes was not the ripples of autumn water and the trickle of spring, but the first burst of ice blowing. There is hardly any man in the world who can calm his heart under this kind of gaze.

Zhong Yanqiu poured a cup of tea for her and gave him another cup. The aroma of the tea diluted the smell of blood in the room. The taste of the tea was sweet and bitter, and the mist curled up.

good tea.

Shi Guanyin took the tea, took advantage of the situation and sat opposite Zhong Yanqiu, and sighed quietly: "With Mr.'s ability, I guess you already know what I'm asking for."

Zhong Yanqiu understood, "You recommended me to Shenshui Palace."

Otherwise, Shenshui Palace will definitely not find him.

"The concubine just mentioned something casually." Shi Guanyin covered her mouth with her sleeve and smiled coquettishly.

"Is there any objection for Wuhua?" Zhong Yanqiu asked, "Tiger poison doesn't eat children."

Shi Guanyin, the mother, personally ruined Wuhua's many years of planning. If he hadn't been so intrusive, maybe Wuhua could really control the martial arts now.

"That child without flowers..." Shi Guanyin sighed softly, "The child went on the wrong path. It's only natural for me, as a mother, to find a way to bring him back to the right path. How could he be poisonous?"

My son knows that when he is weak, Wuhua is obedient to her as a mother. Once he is in power, then his good son will never be willing to be controlled by him, and it is very likely that he will turn the blade against him and fight with him. Meet each other.

Shi Guanyin is not willing to lose control of such a useful chess piece as Wuhua.

Zhong Yanqiu understood her thoughts, and for a moment felt that Wuhua was still so pitiful, having to take care of such a mother who had failed in all her efforts for many years, and had to take shelter under her command and obey her orders.

"I won't say any more nonsense." Shi Guanyin gracefully put down the teacup, "Do you know what I'm asking for, sir?"

"Are you sure you want me to watch?" Zhong Yanqiu asked.

"It's just you and me here, no matter what happens, God knows what's going on," Shi Guanyin stood up and leaned against Zhong Yanqiu, with a vague ambiguity in his tone, "You know, I know."

Who knows, Zhong Yanqiu's eyes swept across behind Shi Guanyin's ghost, and then he narrowed his eyes and said, "Well, I'm sorry." He rubbed his palms together, hovering over Shi Guanyin's hand.

Shi Guanyin smiled inexplicably, and flipped his fingertips across Zhong Yanqiu's palm.

"Mr. Trouble."

Zhong Yanqiu moved his hands a certain distance away, rubbed his fingers on his palms, and said coldly, "Don't move around."

The senses that Shi Guanyin brought to him were not good. Keeping a certain distance can avoid prying into things that are too private. The ghost lay on Shi Guanyin's shoulder and kept laughing. On Shi Guanyin's fair neck.

Shi Guanyin frowned slightly, and unconsciously twisted her neck.

"Are you unwell recently?" Zhong Yanqiu asked, "Especially in the middle of the night with cold hands and feet and cold sweat all over your body?"

The culprit is most likely the evil spirit following her, but the specific symptoms still need to be carefully looked at.

"I still have headaches from time to time." Shi Guanyin said, "I have nightmares every night."

For a master with profound skills, these symptoms are extremely abnormal, but if there are only these symptoms, a good doctor seems to be much more useful than Zhong Yanqiu.

"Besides that?" Zhong Yanqiu raised his eyebrows, he seemed to "see" something very interesting, and the corners of his lips curled up a little with interest.

"Mister, don't you know everything?" Shi Guanyin giggled, his eyes were like water.

"I only felt the scar." Zhong Yanqiu said, "There was a lot of blood, but it didn't hurt, just like you were injured in a dream."

He frowned and rubbed his palms with his fingers, and moved his hand from Shi Guanyin's hand to his heart. Shi Guanyin made him feel very uncomfortable, and the ghosts around her also seriously interfered with his perception. "He" was like It was a barrier full of malice, Zhong Yanqiu had to cross this barrier to touch Shi Guanyin, but crossing this barrier was enough to exhaust him.

It was the product of the resentment of too many dead people. Sometimes the youthful face of a young girl flashed before his eyes, and sometimes the unwilling eyes of an old man. The lives of countless people were screened in front of him at the same time, full of resentment and resentment from the dead. Fear interfered with his normal judgment, and the part belonging to Shi Guanyin became difficult to grasp.

"Sir?" Seeing that Zhong Yanqiu was silent, Shi Guanyin asked.

"Hush—" Zhong Yanqiu raised his other hand to stop what she was going to say.

Shi Guanyin hadn't been treated like this for a long time, she pursed her lips, a trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and the next second it turned into surprise—perhaps with a little bit of indiscernible shock.

She saw Zhong Yanqiu's eyes looking straight at her, no, they were looking behind her, it probably didn't look like "looking", there was no emotion in those eyes, and they didn't even seem to be alive. The objects are like two beautiful transparent glass beads, and her surprised face is reflected in the bottomless thick black.

"Go away." She heard Zhong Yanqiu say this, not to her, his voice was not loud, but a little vague, like dropping a boulder on a calm water surface, the waves suddenly rippled and scattered, and the morning bell and evening drum vibrated Her mind suddenly went blank for a moment.

When she came to her senses, cold sweat broke out immediately. An expert like her knows how many things can be done in an instant, but Fan Zhongyanqiu had the slightest bit of malice towards her, and her lack of focus just now killed her. .

But after the horror passed, she also really felt the changes in her body. She seemed to have returned to her youthful girlhood. Once the heavy burden was unloaded, her body seemed so light that she could fly in the next second.

Zhong Yanqiu has no interest in Shi Guanyin's whirling thoughts, as far as he is concerned, he just repelled the evil spirit that haunted Shi Guanyin. As "him" went away, Zhong Yanqiu obviously felt quiet.

It was as if the chaotic performance played by countless musical instruments suddenly filtered out all the other musical instruments played by the dead, and the only sound that played the notes of the living became extremely clear. .